[Shen Xia + HP] In the name of a detective

It was noon, and although today's weather can be said to be very mild, the sun at [-] o'clock at noon is inevitably scorching and dazzling.At this time, no one is willing to go out, except for Sherlock who is desperate to solve the case, and Aurora and Ethan who come out to "bask in the sun and enjoy the wind".

Sherlock, who had just received a call from Lestrade, was standing on the side of the road, every cell in his body was screaming, looking a little too excited.Life is so wonderful, he seemed to see a freshly released novel case beckoning to him not far away.

There are few pedestrians on the road, and there are not many vehicles.Sherlock, who had been waiting for a taxi for a long time, was bored and began to observe the two people standing in front of the next door.However, after only one glance, his eyes were completely attracted.

A man and a woman were standing side by side on the steps in front of the door, obviously just going out.The man's eyes and heart were full of the woman beside him, and he had a vague liking for her, but for some reason, he didn't dare to show it in the slightest.Judging from his clothing and behavior habits, he was either rich or noble, and he came from an aristocratic family, possibly even a royal family.

And the woman next to him...

This woman doesn't wear makeup, her hair is messed up like algae, and her clothes are all pure black.But even so, it couldn't hide her beauty.Her foggy eyes were wide open, and she was staring intently at herself.

Sherlock was so stared at that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. He was dazed for a moment, then calmed down and began to analyze and observe this strange woman.Then, something even more strange happened, the deductive method completely failed on her, and she couldn't see anything.

This is something that has never been done before.

Sherlock couldn't see her identity, her living habits, what she was doing here, or where she was going.He couldn't even figure out why this woman kept staring at him, but when he met her burning gaze, he clearly discerned a bit of guilt, remorse, loss, and helplessness in it.

What is she guilty of?What is she regretting?What is she feeling down about?Why did she feel helpless?If she does live next door, is she the long-lost Aurora of all populations?If she is really Aurora, can she answer his recent confusion?

The famous consulting detective Sherlock Holmes has met countless people and solved countless cases in his life.And in this woman, he couldn't see the answer.

At this moment, the woman finally turned her head and stopped looking at him, muttering and chanting words, as if she was speaking specifically for him, or muttering to herself.Sherlock had to admit that her original timbre was very nice, but her voice was a little hoarse, as if someone who didn't know anything about musical instruments was playing with a violin.

"Do you remember that you still owe me two conditions?" She seemed to think of some interesting memories, and said, "At that time, we had just met each other not long ago, and we recognized each other's talents in our hearts, but we were not convinced. Every time Once there was a case that the detectives couldn't solve, we all rushed to see who could solve the case first. At that time, there was a bet on this, and the winner could make any conditions. I was lucky, the case always It will be involved with things you don't bother to know, and I won three times."

"Later, I came back from the dead, and you also noticed that I was unusual. So my first condition is, don't ask me about my secrets. If one day I want to tell you, I will naturally tell you." She paused , continued to whisper, "But I didn't expect that Aubrey was afraid that I would suffer such a serious injury again, so he ran to negotiate with Mycroft. After hearing the news, Mycroft turned around and told about you."

When she said this, she seemed to be infected by the past events she narrated, and her voice sounded a little aggrieved: "In the end you still know, if you knew this, I wouldn't waste a chance of condition in vain. I said so Duo, I just want to tell you that I have already thought about the second condition."

"Don't really forget me."

"Isn't it quite domineering? I was the one who cast the Forgetting Curse on you back then, and now I'm the one who told you not to forget me..." She sneered and laughed at herself.

Sherlock was a little fascinated, he waited for a long time, but the woman did not speak again.Her voice was too low, Sherlock couldn't hear clearly, but he just vaguely felt that what she said had a great relationship with him.

A car whistle interrupted his thoughts, and a black taxi stopped in front of him.Only then did Sherlock vaguely remember that he had to go to Scotland Yard, so he ignored the strange woman and opened the door to get in the car.

And Aurora Strange Woman Hilton stood still and sighed, immediately took out her cell phone from her pocket, and dialed Lestrade's number.

In fact, when Aurora was learning magic from Aubrey, in order to return to the Muggle world as soon as possible, she was eager for success and only focused on those more offensive spells.As for the spells like "forget everything" or "clean up", she just thinks it's useless. She just memorized the essentials and never practiced them.

She had even thought of casting an Oblivion Charm on John when he discovered the wand's secret.However, she has never practiced this spell, let alone proficiency, if something goes wrong, there is a great possibility that John's memory will be confused.Considering this, Aurora could only give up.But God knows what happened this time, she succeeded in one attempt.Things had come to this point, and she had no choice but to admit that she was unlucky.

The ringing stopped abruptly and the phone was connected.

Lestrade over there was a little overwhelmed by the call from Aurora's cell phone number.And Aurora didn't seem to feel his astonishment, and confessed: "Send me a copy of the detailed information of the case, and I will go there right away."

Then, before the blinded Lestrade could react, she hung up the phone.

"It seems that you already have your own plan," Ethan Field, who hadn't spoken for a long time, watched the whole time, but didn't ask anything, patted Aurora's shoulder friendly, and said with a smile, "In that case , then I’ll go back first.”

"Ethan," Aurora called him, with a faint smile on her lips, "Thank you."

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Aurora drove to Scotland Yard in her own car, and the journey was smooth and fast.

As soon as she thought of seeing Sherlock again when she got to the police station, she stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom.But at the same time, she was a little scared, afraid of facing the situation that Sherlock didn't know her, so she stepped on the accelerator a little more lightly.Swinging between expectation and fear, Aurora's speed also fluctuates.

Lestrade had just heard the news of her sudden return. Although he was a little shocked, fortunately, Aurora was not without a criminal record, so he quickly reacted and sent the case information to her mobile phone.It was the first time that the mission failed and the serious injury disappeared. It was the second time that she faked Sherlock’s death scene and traveled around the world to eradicate the remnants of Moriarty’s party. This kind of thing coming back is obviously used to it.

Before Aurora set off just now, she had already skimmed the case materials and had a general grasp of the basic situation.When discussing the case at Scotland Yard for a while, at least she won't be unilaterally abused by Sherlock.

The reaction of everyone in Scotland Yard seeing her was far colder than Aurora imagined, only Charlotte flew over and hugged her tightly.And Donovan and Anderson, probably like Lestrade, are used to Aurora's behavior of disappearing and reappearing from time to time.

Lestrade finally waited until Aurora pulled little Charlotte off her body, and gave her a symbolic hug, watching her hesitate to speak: "Aurora, you may not know when you just came back. Well, Sherlock, he..."

"The monster said he didn't remember you," Anderson interjected.

"How could it be possible to remember everything except you? That monster doesn't even think about whether anyone will believe it. It's quite realistic." Donovan was also aggrieved for Aurora, and he sang and scolded Xia in harmony with Anderson. Locke.

Originally, Lestrade was afraid that Aurora would not be able to bear this fact for a while, so he wanted to speak well and tell her tactfully, but unexpectedly, he was destroyed by the quick words of the two subordinates.He gave them both a hard look, hesitating what to say to Aurora.

"It's okay, I already know, he's not pretending." Aurora waved her hand, signaling that everyone don't have to worry about themselves, and finally she didn't forget to defend Sherlock.

And Sherlock, the center of their topic, was standing not far away contentedly, as if he didn't care why the woman he just met at the door of his house appeared here, nor was he curious about what they were talking about.He just stood there with his hands safely in the pockets of his signature black windbreaker, with a very serious expression on his face, as if he was thinking about the case.

Aurora only raised her head and glanced there, her legs seemed to be enchanted, dragging her to move there involuntarily.

"Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock also saw her and briefly introduced himself.

"Aurora Hilton, I have known you for a long time. I have read your article, and the method you proposed to distinguish 243 types of soot has benefited me a lot." Aurora smiled reluctantly and responded.

"Wrong." Sherlock suddenly reached out and grabbed Aurora's wrist, turning her around and pulling her into his arms, "It's not Aurora Hilton."

Aurora, who hadn't reacted yet, wondered if Sherlock remembered her, and thought that he wanted to correct "Hopps" for his mistake.

Sherlock stroked the obsidian ring between her fingers, leaned into her ear and whispered, "It should be Aurora Holmes."

"When did you remember?" Aurora asked half surprised, half shy.

"Just now." Sherlock put his chin on her left shoulder and said with a smile, "Mrs. Holmes, I have to say that you are not proficient in mastering the Oblivion Curse. And, congratulations, you have used up another conditional opportunity."

Aurora was so remorseful that she wanted to slap herself a few times, then she smiled relievedly and said, "I've figured out the third condition, asking Mr. Holmes to play "Wedding March" for his wife."

"As ordered."

The author has something to say:

Today is April 4rd, I quit my job and worked on the manuscript at home, and finally finished this article before my birthday.As I said last time, I will post a special episode on the day after tomorrow, which is my birthday, April 3th.This episode was conceived by me from the very beginning, and I have talked to the author many times in the comment area, so I will definitely not miss the appointment.A whole year has passed, and this pit of always dragging updates infinitely should be over, right?

Of course, it doesn't mean that after my birthday, I won't write any words for this article.In fact, apart from this episode about Carat’s children that I’ve already thought up, I still have a lot of people I want to write about.I want to write about Orange Juice, I want to write about Brother, I want to write about McGregor, I want to write about Inspector, and I want to write about Little Charlotte.So, if I suddenly want to write about these people in the future, I will post it immediately.

In addition, I would like to share some more things about this article.This story started in an IELTS class. The writing teacher in a certain class was very boring. I thought about it and came up with this idea, and then decided to write it down almost immediately.When I was in the second year of high school, I kept the good habit of writing a diary every day. During that time, my diary was almost occupied by this novel. There were fewer and fewer daily diaries, while the pages of the novel were more and more .At that time, it was popular to circulate the diary in the class. After reading my article, many friends and classmates wrote comments to support me.

Later, I stopped living on campus, registered an account on JJ, and started posting.I carefully revised the small part that I had written, and sent it to the Internet together with the new part I wrote every day.If the early stage relied on the comments and expectations of friends to persist, then the later stage can continue this story entirely because of you.Without you, there would be no complete "In the Name of Detective" as it is now.

Bow again, the support of crab babies~ I will work hard to become better!There are several options for the next plan: end the fan pit of Mo Dao, open a short story by Maggie, edit the short film for the previous HP, and conceive of writing an original article.I don't know how to do it yet, if you guys have good suggestions, please let me know!